If Bel had ever thought he'd be captured by the enemy, it certainly wouldn't have been because Rasiel was still alive – but here he was, stuck in a bed, too injured to even try and escape. Fran was gone, taken somewhere by the butler, Olgert, and the blond could only stress about what was happening to him.

Bel had seen the look of terror on Fran's face as his handcuffs were undone and he was picked up by the dark-skinned man; it was clear the younger Varia member didn't want to be without Bel, and for some reason, that made the Storm Guardian's chest hurt in a way he had never felt before – it was so different to physical pain, and he just couldn't understand it.

No matter how hard Bel had tried to stop Olgert from taking his partner, he had been powerless – nothing but a pathetic flea handcuffed to a bed, unable to move without risking fainting. The wounds he had suffered were numerous, a multitude of stabs to his stomach and chest, his right leg was broken in three different places, his wrists were sprained from having been handcuffed for so long, and his left elbow had been snapped. He was sure his ribs were broken as breathing was both difficult and painful, and the vision in his left eye was blurry and dark.

Froggy… Bel moaned as he twisted his head to the side, soft pants escaping his lips. His teeth chattered as his lips turned blue, feeling unbelievably cold; he felt as if he were naked and had been dumped into a pool full of ice cubes. Froggy, it hurts…

The blond's body ached, his limbs feeling heavy. The arms that had been handcuffed upwards longed to rest on the soft mattress. His mind was hazy, and he just couldn't focus on anything – all he knew was that he was in pain, and he wanted Fran.

Froggy, I'm… Bel moaned again, wishing he at least had a blanket to try and fight away the chills. …I'm so sorry… I don't care anymore… Just come back… Come back, Froggy…

A horrid stench had been growing by Bel's side of the room, and the wounds that had barely been treated by the medics Rasiel had sent in were slowly caking themselves in pus, infections setting in.

The blond wanted to throw up – he really did! – but it hurt like a mother when the nausea hit him like a ton of bricks.

Froggy… Bel whimpered his pain spiked, shooting up his spine. Froggy… I treated you so badly… but you're all I have right now… Please forgive me, even if it's only for now… So sick… So much pain… Feel… like I'm dying, Froggy… I'm scared… I don't want to die alone…

Bel would have given anything to be out of this place, out of the pain and the fear he was feeling. He wanted to go back to the Varia, back to – well, anywhere – far, far away from this place.

I want to die… Let me die… Bel closed his eyes, just wanting the pain to stop – the fear he was so unaccustomed to feeling to disappear. Froggy… C-come back… Come back so I can die…

For the first time in – well, forever – Bel cried.

~~Fran~~

Fran had never felt so scared before; he was being dragged back to his 'room' by unknown hands, a blindfold stuck tightly around his eyes. His backside was a bloody, torn mess, and never before had he felt so much pain as he had earlier.

So dirty… Fran's hands instinctively scratched at his naked body, tears streaming down his cheeks through the black material. Filthy… Dirty…! Disgusting! So disgusting! I can smell it… Feel it all over again… Make the memories stop…! Stop… Stop it! I feel so disgusting!

Olgert, the man who was dragging the naked boy back to the room, allowed his eyes to wander the scrawny body; freshly inflicted bruises stood out against pale flesh, the blood staining the insides of his thighs and his rear – but most of all, the bite marks that littered his body, located mostly on his neck and his thighs. There were a few gashes from the knife Rasiel had been cutting him with, and blood from the unhealed head injury the night of their capture had reopened during the boy's struggle, dirty teal hair sticky with blood.

Fran had long since stopped talking, begging for them to stop, to leave him alone – to not take his innocence away in such a brutish manner, but none of the large group Rasiel had gathered together just for this had listened, laughing loudly at his pathetic pleas.

The boy wasn't even whimpering, moaning anymore – the only sounds that came from him was the occasional sniff as tears hit the floor beneath him.

"Master Rasiel was very happy with you," Olgert informed the boy as he scanned his card into the reader, unlocking the room Fran and Bel were kept in. "He has already arranged for such things to happen again."

"…" Fran just snivelled again, his tiny, trembling hand marred with smears of blood reaching up to wipe at the falling tears, unable to get the tightly-done blindfold off.

When Olgert stepped into the room, he sneered at the sight of Bel whimpering pitiably as his body shook worse than Fran's.

Taking the key from his pocket, the butler undid the handcuffs, watching as skinny limbs fell to the bed heavily.

Grabbing Fran by the hair, the dark-skinned man threw the lifeless body of Fran onto the bed, knowing that neither of them were going anywhere with the state they were in. He was quick to untie the blindfold and leave the room, not wanting to bear the stench of Bel's infected wounds any longer.

Bel, as soon as he recognised Fran's body against his, clutched the boy tightly to him, burying his face into the bloody skin of the younger's neck as he held back his tears, his hands touching the smaller body everywhere as if he almost couldn't believe what was happening.

"Froggy…" Bel whimpered, nuzzling a bruised cheek. His teeth continued to chatter, the boy's cold body making him feel worse – but he was so scared, he was desperate to be able to hold the boy and pretend that things will be okay. "F-froggy, w-what… W-what did t-they do… to you…?"

Fran didn't reply; his teal eyes were staring blankly behind Bel, so different to his usual emotionless gaze – it was as if Fran was locked away inside his mind, too scared to take notice of anything around him.

As Bel's hand trailed down Fran's hip, he flinched as a warm liquid went his hand.

Pulling his hand out from under the blankets, Bel frowned as he stared at the blood and semen tjat clung to his flesh, understanding instantly why Fran was like this – the boy had been raped, multiple times from the look of things.

"Aww, fuck, F-froggy…" Bel held Fran tighter, resting so that the boy's nose was nestled against the older male's throat, his teal hair tickling Bel's chin.

Fran still made no acknowledgement as Bel caused further pain and damage to his own body just for Fran's comfort, the older rolling onto his side and wrapping his broken arms around Fran.

"I-I'm so sorry… F-froggy…" Bel chattered. "So… So sorry…"

Fran didn't say anything, or even move, for the rest of the night; he just lay there, his eyes unseeing as Bel cried enough for both of them.